While Iron Mike disagreed with the general premise of Grin-22 being a scumbag he was still keep to helpth employ more Farehams as bodyguards.

"Friend JFMAST I am keen to help i find mythelf prethently low on fundth. Thome people find it funny to keep lifting my wallet. They will risthk the might of a uppercut from the baddeth man on the planet for a few dollar billth...Sad."

Iron Mike hands JFMAST a holdall. 

"In there are what ith left of the famouth world renowned Iron Mike Tython branded tote bagth. Feel free to give them to anyone who donateth to thith noble cauthe. I trutht you will underthtand the incredible fiduciary value of these itemth & thend me $1,000,000 potht hathte."

"Of course, always someone else to blame. Never taking responsibility for your own actions. It is the battle cry of your lineage. Always pretending to be a martyr for causes but in reality just a fool. "

Your accountant makes note that $1 has been wired to JFMAST from your account. The note "The protection of Grin is of utmost importance" was included.

In these trying times, that’s all a lowly bench warmer can afford

This is the very first time I have seen the war referred to as the Fareham war and it really made me giggle. 

No one from that lineage could muster up more than one completely random popshot kill, let alone orchestrate a war.

In fact, I think I could now safely confirm they couldn't organise a newspaper either.

Although, I don't believe anyone confirmed the importance of Fareham in the war. Main reason for this is that he had no importance in the war, or importance in any sense of the word. 

His own ridiculous self-importance was incredible nonetheless. 

My mind changes depending on what suit I am wearing at the time. I'm currently still trying to find the suit that led me to believe you are misrepresented. 

I've never attempted to create mischief, although it certainly does seem to want to follow me. My poor father, grandfather and great grandfather were all victims of you and your family bullying them. At every turn they would create mischief for them. 

Despite all this, I forgive you. Right after I say, suck a fat one, son. 

Just to clarify the current goings on, publicly to all here in the streets. 

You would have heard JMFAST request that I send him a telegram, so he can send the cash and sort this out. Finally, we see him attempt to do the right thing. 

Upon sending said telegram to JMFAST, he has now failed to send me the money as promised above. Yet again, displaying the dishonourable and dishonest trait that his family has been plagued by for generations and generations. 

I am deeply saddened. I feel you all need to know. 

I just spoke to my accountant. Exactly as I expected. He said:

"I was sitting in the office you so kindly provided for me, Mr.Suit, when a street hooligan started banging at my window. I wouldn't have been too concerned usually but we have recently moved to the third floor of the building. It turns out that the lunatic had climbed up the lamppost outside. I immediately run downstairs where a crowd was starting to gather. The cross-eyed, bumbling moron fell from the lamppost headfirst into the sidewalk. Fortunately, no further harm was done to his brain. As he looked up at me with the most vacant look one has ever seen, he threw some pocket change at me and continued down the street, prodding at other innocent bystanders attempting to provoke a reaction. I can't see this guy lasting long around here".